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... were woven with living vines, and his beard, long and gray, seemed to move like roots in the wind. The attacking druids lowered their staffs immediately, stepping aside to allow the elder to approach. He walked slowly.
"Have we fallen so far," the elder murmured, "that we butcher intruders without understanding their intent?" The lead druid scowled but did not argue. He stepped back.
Triss was already at Liam's side, her hands trembling as she reached for her potions. Blood stain ...
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